A Dance with the Fae Prince (Married to Magic, #2)

by Elise Kova

“Under no circumstances are you to ever lay eyes on me.”

Sus

“You’re going to make me think you have some kind of obsession with my shoulders.”

Mr grump is telling jokes now

My mother was the one who taught me that song. It was my lullaby. But as I grew older, and Joyce entered our lives, my father always told me to keep the things she taught me a secret.

Hmm sus

Fortunately, in the week that has passed, there have been no more screams. One night I heard faint music accented by bells right when I was on the edge of sleep, as if drifting to me from a faraway place. Another night I heard heavy thuds and grunting that rumbled the door to the main hall. A different night, I heard laughter echoing from a faraway portion of the manor.

Is pennywise here??

“Nothing particularly fitting of a lord. A hunk of cheese I cut mold from and a knob of bread that I couldn’t let turn stale.”

Even he likes some late night cheese

“You gave me an idea the other night,” he murmurs as he continues tying the blindfold. The silk is cool against my flushing face. “I wanted to try it again, if you don’t mind?” His voice comes from above and behind me. He must be kneeling on his chair and reaching over.

Why is this so cute

“I’ve been known to weave in a braid or two from time to time.” I can hear the smirk in his voice.

🤭

“What color are your eyes?” “Green.” “Like the pine trees?” “No, more like a lime,”

A lime ?? 🍋‍🟩

“I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you,” I admit and immediately busy my mouth with my glass of mead.

Girl 🤦‍♀️😂

He hooks my chin with the knuckle of his pointer finger and his thumb. He guides my face up toward where I imagine his to be. I know he’s just a breath away. I feel every little bit of aching distance between us, paired with a surprising need to cross it. I’m hot all over, but I can’t move to alleviate the tension. He’s trapped me with two fingers.

Hes not even touching me and I feel trapped 🤭🤭

“It will be up to you from now on to decide who is or is not permitted in these halls.”

This smells of magic

To my wife, Katria,

Hehehe